The sea was a swollen, sick looking thingroiling and boiling with grey slag and death.The ship was a pearl, but a bad onerotten heart as black as the skyShe saw neither ship nor seajust the silhouette aboard deck,not looking toward shore for she,just back toward the endless boil.

She never looked landward again,just watched the unwell waterswaiting for her lover, like lovers doThough others loves may come to themand sweep them off their feetshe held no such daydreamsjust wanted one more glimpse of himas he headed back out to sea.

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Challenge:

Write (in any form you desire) about the sea or any other body of water.